Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 20

“Are you blind or something?” The man barked, his words thick with liquor and arrogance. His beer belly strained against his shirt, a chunky gold chain glinting above it, digging into his nearly invisible neck.

Typical wannabe big shot, Amelia thought, catching the sharp tang of alcohol on his breath. She kept her head down, tapping her white cane along the floor. “Sorry. I can’t see.”

Instead of backing off, the man grinned wider. “Well, would you look at that. She really is blind.”

Through her sunglasses, Amelia could see his sweaty, bloated face inching closer. The stench of booze made her stomach turn.

“Cute, too. Bet you smell as good as you look. Lucky for you, I’m a doctor. Come on, honey, let me fix those pretty eyes.”

“Move.” Amelia’s voice was cold, flat.

But he just laughed, sizing her up as if she was nothing. “Say please. Maybe I’ll let you by. What do you say?”

Her patience was shot. Today was not the day to mess with her, and this sleaze clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with.

She glanced at the wall, noting the security camera’s blind spot. Then she put on her best helpless act, voice trembling. “I don’t think you’re a doctor. Please, just—don’t come any closer. I’m scared…”

As she backed away, she led him right into the corner where the camera could see.

Her “fear” just made him bolder. He rubbed his hands together, cheeks flushed with anticipation, and followed her eagerly. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. Let’s go somewhere private. I’ll give you a treatment you’ll never forget.”

Behind her sunglasses, Amelia’s eyes turned icy. She tightened her grip on her cane, ready to strike. One quick hit, and this pig would be down, maybe paralyzed. Then she’d make sure he’d never harass anyone else again.

Just as his fat hand reached for her, someone else stepped in—sharp suit, cool eyes, all business. He grabbed the man’s wrist and bent it hard.

She turned, heart pounding, searching through the golden haze her sunglasses cast on the hallway lights. A few steps away, Ryan strode toward her, tall, lean, the kind of handsome that hurt to look at. The harsh white lights filtered through her lenses, painting him in sunset gold.

For a split second, she was back at the airport, seven years ago, reliving everything she tried to forget.

Seven years ago, Ryan looked just like this.

“Amelia, is it worth it?”

His words from the past echoed in her mind, heavy and relentless, shaking her to the core.

Seven years…